I'm sorry || Michael Mell x reader

Dinner and drugs

Both Simon and friends and Evan and friends returned to their respected towns, but that didn't mean you were done talking to them.

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE A CRUSH? WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED THAT THERE WAS A DUDE YOU WANTED TO FUCK??????????? EVAN HANSON IS IT JARED KLEINMAN? DO YOU LIKE CONNOR MURPHY? IS IT CONNOR OR JARED?? EEEEEVVVVVAAAAANNNNNN

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WAIT WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?

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Guys calm down. It's Jared, okay? I like him and I think you two deserve to tell me your secrets now. 

"(Y/n)!" Marina knocked on your door, angrier each time you didn't answer.

"I'm coming!" You closed you laptop and walked to the door. You unlocked and opened the door, Marina's arms were crossed. "What?"

"Mom and dad want us to go out for dinner, they're inviting the Mells and the Heeres. Cause all of your friends live closer and they want us to make friends with their parents. Get ready." Marina turned and walked away, just as your phone started ringing. 

"Hell-"

"(Y/N) WHY ARE YOUR PARENTS INVITING US OUT TO DINNER?" Michael screamed in your ear. "I SMELL LIKE WEEEEEEEEEEED."

"I don't know! Go take a shower! My parents are actually going insane! Tell Jeremy to get ready and THEN DIE INSIDE!" You threw your free arm into the air. "Sorry, just get ready and tell Jeremy I'll talk to him when we get there." 

"Really? You're okay with this?" 

"We don't have choices. We're just pawns here so." 

"Alright. Jeremy's calling me. I'll see you in a little, (Y/n)." Michael hung up as you threw your phone, watching as it bounced off of your bed, hit the wall and landed on the floor. With a sigh you walked to the closet, grabbing a white button up shirt and black jeans. Thirty minutes later you were waiting in front of the door, your arms crossed and your body hidden. 

"(Y/n), tuck in your shirt please." Mrs. Drake walked up to you and inspected your outfit. "Other than that you're good. MARINA! ATTICUS! (Y/N) IS READY BEFORE YOU FOR ONCE!" Mrs. Drake walked up the stairs. You huffed and tucked the front of your shirt into your jeans. You didn't wanna look too presentable. Marina and Atticus ran down the stairs together, laughing the entire time. 

"I do not!" Atticus pushed his dirty blonde hair back.

"Yes you do! (Y/n), doesn't Atticus look like a low budget prince?" Marina looked at you.

"But Marina looks like a low budget Disney princess." Atticus nudged Marina. You were finally getting better looks at them. Atticus was wearing a black suit jacket and white button up, with a pair of black dress pants and a teal tie. Marina was wearing a teal and white dress, with light blue makeup.

"Sure? I mean, are you two going to a dance together? Why do your colors match?" You laughed a little.

"We're dressing nice, we care about our image." Marina straightened out her dress.